“My Beloved One gleams like the lightning flash in the sky.”

I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty. You wander restlessly from forest to forest while the Reality is within your own dwelling.

Go over and over your beads, paint weird designs on your forehead, wear your hear matted, long, and ostentatious, but when deep inside you there is a loaded gun, how can you have God?

The instruction of the foolish is a waste of knowledge; soap cannot wash charcoal white.

Just throw away all thoughts of imaginary things, and stand firm in that which you are.

I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty. You don’t grasp the fact that what is most alive of all is inside your own house; and so you walk from one holy city to the next with a confused look!

Be strong then, and enter into your own body; there you have a solid place for your feet. Think about it carefully! Don’t go off somewhere else! just throw away all thoughts of imaginary things, and stand firm in that which you are.

The river that flows in you also flows in me.

For millions of years you have slept. This morning, will you not wake?

There is no river at all, and no boat, and no boatman. There is not even a rope to tow the boat, and no one to pull it. There is no earth, no sky, no time, no thing, no shore, no ford!

Listen, my friend. He who loves understands.

If you make love with the divine now, in the next life you will have the face of satisfied desire.

Lift the veil that obscures the heart, and there you will find what you are looking for.

The world will die, but I shall not die.If God dies, then I will die;If he does not die, then why should I die?

But if a mirror ever makes you sad you should know that it does not know you.

Do what you do with another human being, but never put them out of your heart.

Admire the diamond that can bear the hits of a hammer. Many deceptive preachers, when critically examined, turn out to be false.

Katy Perry still gets me every time. She’s very funny in person! We met at the Teen Choice Awards and she pulled my cheeks apart and told me how cute I was. My life was literally flashing before my eyes!

Thoughts on a tapestry. Colour or black and white. A brush, a pen, A flash of light. Ideas flowing soon, about to take flight.

How we experience memory sometimes, it’s not linear. We’re not telling the stories to ourselves. We know the story; we’re just seeing it in flashes overlaid.

It’s funny because what happens to me when I read a script, when something grabs hold of me, I start getting these flashes of people or places or things or images.

It’s funny because what happens to me when I read a script, when something grabs hold of me, I start getting these flashes of people or places or things or images.

Like a flash of lightning and in an instant the truth was revealed.

I had an occasional flash of understanding, but then got selfishly wrapped up again in my own problems and pleasures.

My whole life just flashed in front of my eyes And the best part is – it all rhymes